Best friends in sickness, in health, and in our 20s.

Let the Love In (and Out)

And that’s really what I’m finally wanting to say: I think you’re a great bunch, and in case there isn’t a chance to say it again, thanks for your concern, your calls, your notes– but above all, for your love. You’ve had my love and I’ve had yours, and I’m a damn fortunate man. So, thanks, and good luck.

– Marvin BorowskyThis American Life, Episode 137, Act I

Just a quick snippet of how I feel every year on Valentine’s Day and many days in between each Valentine’s Day. It’s a lucky thing to know how to love and to be loved, and it’s an even luckier thing when people who know both of those things can cross paths to share in such an exchange. Platonic, romantic, strangerly kindness, and everything on the spectrum between those measure-markers can and should be celebrated by those of us who are fortunate and humbled enough to be creators of and participants in such miraculous opportunities, even outside of February 14th, and I hope it continues to be.